Couple of Things

Second, I’m going to be twittering and tweeting all over myself from Venice in the next few days, so sign up to follow me on Twitter. You can always unfollow me, and I won’t even know it. I am going to be on a panel at the festival discussing the future of film festivals.

I’m in the lounge at Virgin, flying to London first, then on to Venice the next day.

Anxiety in the midst of happiness: About 35 years ago — maybe more — when I was a kid — like 12 or 13 — there was some awful plane crash and they ran a gruesome picture on the cover of the NY Daily News. There was a dead guy — a guy in a black and white sports jacket — and I never forgot it. I thought this poor guy got up, got dressed and had no idea he was going to end up on the cover of the Daily News the next day, as a corpse. Something about the jacket just jumped out at me. It was so personal.

Anyway, I just went into the men’s room, looked in the mirror and realized I’m wearing the same jacket, or the same as far as I can remember. Is anybody else still thinking about that guy? 35-40 years later? Or is everybody who ever cared either dead or used to it?

By the way, this is some jacket. On one side of the jacket it says “Made in France.” On the other it says, “Made in Italy.” Kind of make you think, “Made in China” doesn’t it? Along with the labels?

Well, they’re about to call my flight. (The lounge is great — they let you know when it’s time to go down there. You sort of don’t have to think about it.) No wifi up there — too bad, I have plenty of time to write — so I’ll sign off here.